A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

who picked the name

with

comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery

window, looking outside. His

doctor had almost given up on

had lived two months longer than the

with a glass of water and

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

like he had not

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

nose twitched when he heard

the year, the Evans Gardon would

her favorite food,”

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better

better not call her,” he

to give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin

him and swallowed

bed, and a nurse

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

This time, he

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

almost given up

alive. He had lived two months longer than the

behind him with a glass of water

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

he

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

when

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

also her favorite food,” Mark

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born

he began to fumble in his pocket

he stopped and

did. It seemed it was better if he never called

better not call her,” he said to

give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

him and swallowed them

nurse came in to help put on the

done, Mark looked sideways

weaker and weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Alexis. He dreamed

behavior was much

while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

in

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point, Mark

of the hospital room were white, just like the

gently closed his eyes

he needed to have more

ward, but he felt cold all over his body.

to buy the pumpkin pies

nurse was in the

home. He missed his home so

missed those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with

couldn’t change anything for

up as long

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t

determined to stay strong and fight

it difficult to go back to

started to make paper planes. He

invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would

wanted to go

pale fingers trembled as

Peter came back

a snowstorm on his way, so he was

pies are

planes Mark had been making and he pursed

neatly arranged the paper planes and

some of your

only actually took a

more

he put down the spoon because he

narrowed his eyes and looked

back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s

was around 4 a.m. in

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

silly boy,” he

might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

voice sounded

gave birth to a girl.

a

which Mark held the phone trembled so

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll ask her

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope you

emotional entanglement

much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve

and put down

duration of the call, he never

along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and

was happy to hear this and he did a fist pump

great,” he said with

sign on the first day of

and began to stroke one of the paper planes

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

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a glance would

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